End: Yes...But That Does Not Save Him

From high above Metropolis, in near-Earth orbit, Superman hung suspended on the edge of space. His mighty arms were folded across his chest, face set in a frown as his scarlet cape floated freely behind him. Blue eyes pierced cloud and shadow, to focus in on the monstrous phallus that threatened his city. The most powerful man in the world...and yet he felt powerless, unable to do anything to help as the Justice League swiftly set about their tasks.

As The Flash and Martian Manhunter herded civilians out of the area, physically carrying those who did not move fast enough, the Green Lantern Jessica Cruz extended her hand and exerted her will...

An emerald cock-cage that could emasculate a building came into existence around the rampaging erection. Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl swooped around the towering prick, and it was the keen-eyed Thanagarian who spotted Lois Lane's face first.

"There!" she said, and folded her wings in to a swift swoop, the Amazon close on her heels.

Lois Lane's arms and legs had been swallowed by the building-sized cock. The reporter's naked torso was half-sunk into the soft, hairless skin where the massive shaft met the huge, pendulous testicles. Her violet eyes were wild and mad, and foam flecked her lips. Blindly, she twitched, as it to try and tear herself free, but she was more cock than woman now.

Even so, Wonder Woman recognized her.

"It's Lois Lane!" the Amazon gasped.

At the sound of her voice, Lois Lane's eyes cleared a little. The head craned to look at the Amazon. The reporter's mouth gaped, opened and closed.

"D-d-d-diana..." Lois managed.

"What monster has done this to her?" Hawkgirl said as she flapped her wings, to hover in place beside the Amazon.

Down below the club, the Caped Crusader slipped through a rubble-filled hallway. The lower levels were reinforced, more than a mere warehouse should be. The lab beneath the club was on a separate grid; part of its security system was still active, despite the damage as the monstrous growing dong had crashed through cement and rebar toward the surface. Batman deftly bypassed some of the security measures, shifted rubble, slipped quietly into a relatively undamaged section.

To find himself in a control room, half-collapsed. There was a bloody wheeze from a corner, and the hero's eyes narrowed as he saw two figures on the floor, crushed beneath a fallen beam.

The woman, small and muscular and wearing body armor, had thrown herself across the man at the last moment. She was pinned beneath the beam, ****, her shoulder a mass of hamburger. Beneath her, Lex Luthor was pinned. Blood oozed from where he had struck his head, his arm and leg at odd angles. Yet if Mercy Graves had not thrown herself across him, he would be dead, instead of merely trapped.

The Caped Crusader knelt and felt gently for Mercy's pulse. Already, a signal had been sent. He would need help to extract them safely.

"Too late," Lex wheezed. He coughed, and Batman frowned at the red specks that came to the billionaire's lips. "You can't...save her. Virus...too far...kryptonite...embedded in her flesh...s-super-s-satured s-cells...fascinating..."

Batman pulled a red kryptonite flux detector from his belt. It began to bing alarmingly.

"What did you do, Luthor?" Batman spoke in a soft, gravely whisper, as he crept toward the one working computer.

"F-fascinating, really. Shouldn't exist. S-square cube law...too big. Not enough blood. H-heart too small to pump it. Lungs too small to supply oxygen. I d-didn't realize...how completely she had become the thing..." Luthor rambled.

Batman drew a USB cable from his pouch and tapped into Luthor's system. In moments, he had a clone of Luthor's hard drive.

"A penis?" The Caped Crusader asked.

"A cock," Luthor wheezed, and shut his eyes as if suddenly tired. "A Kryptonian cock..."

The towering cock wobbled alarmingly. It crashed into the cage of Jessica Cruz's energy construct, and the Green Lantern gave a grunt of effort at the forces that pushed against her will. She grabbed her arm as the ring flared brighter, the charge rapidly draining as she struggled to keep the monstrous manhood contained.

"S-s-s-superman..." Lois Lane drawled. "W-where...is...he..."

"Far away, Lois," Diana said. "Up above Metropolis. Just try to calm down. We're here to help you."

"Help..." A tear flowed out of Lois Lane's eyes. Her eyes turned toward the heavens.

Superman felt a shiver of recognition as, impossibly, despite the miles of open space that separated them, his and Lois Lane's eyes met. His spine stiffened as he saw the face of the woman he loved, twisted into such agony. Yet what scared him was the sensation that somehow, Lois could see him, as easily as he could see her.

<<Diana, Hawkgirl, get out of there!>> J'onn J'onzz's telepathic warning burst in on the women's thoughts. <<She's about to...>>

For a moment, onlookers saw the cock seem to scrunch. The topmost portion, with the swollen purple glans bigger than the brass globe atop the Daily Planet, drew in and the trunk of it bulged. The massive testicles seemed to swell, the huge ropey veins each bigger than the cables that held up the Metropolis suspension bridge.

Then it straightened. Shot straight up and through the emerald cage. The Green Lantern gave an agonized cry and fell senseless from the sky, caught in mid-fall by the Martian Manhunter. Like a might rocket, the huge mass of the prick seemed to struggle to slip the surly bonds of Earth. Then some unseen **** took hold, the cock seemed to lengthen, to thin, the balls dangled behind it as it rose into the air...higher and higher...

Too late, Superman became aware that the cock was heading straight toward him. His earpiece buzzed, a single word of Batman's message came through as the Man of Steel began to retreat, out into the inner solar system, the sun at his back, his eyes on the penile missile that launched itself toward him.

That word was "Run."

It was instinct that drove Lois Lane's building-sized erection into space. The Kryptonian genes that Lex Luthor's retrovirus had overlaid on her own that let her survive without oxygen, drawing power from the yellow sunlight just as Superman did. The reporter's brain was overwritten by the singular urge to fuck the nearest Kryptonian.

Which in this case was Superman.

The urethra gaped like the maw of a giant sandworm as Superman fled through the starry night between planets, and closer and closer Lois Lane came. She did not catch him that night...but driven on by her urges, Lois knew she would never stop. Not until she had him. Her one true love. The only piece of ass that could sate her superhuman lust. Her mouth opened to sing a wordless song of **** need and longing...and Superman fled, as he had never fled from any foe, not sure what would happen if she got too truth.

Yet Metropolis would rebuild. Batman would piece together what had happened. The Justice League would do their best to find a cure...before Superman was properly fucked.

Yet whether or not they succeeded, and what it might cost them, is another story.